youtube/watch?v=_8K5yoDlfng Come on all you, come on, you with short nose, painted people, I can’t tolerate you anymore, Ill insert my pen well deep into your pride, because with this sword I can kill you when I wish. Come on all you, come on, you all paltry bad poets, you uselesse singers of this calamytous time, you fools who live on your spineless verses, you have money and glory, yet you are big nothing; enjoy your Success, you fools, get the most out of it, you certainly will not fear your sheep-like audience, God only know where you flee to escape taxes, so arrogant, as if you were the tops of the school. I’m only a poor cadet of Gascony but I can’t stand people who have no dreams. Ornaments? Social climbing? I dont swallow the bait and, to end my licence, no pardon and I touch you, youll have no pardon and I touch you! Let’s break it off, so come on you all, new protagonists, yuppie politicians, bootlickers, pimps and no use people, wild showmen of liyng programmes Who have, so often, turned lack of political view into art, Chin up! lasseiz-faire economist, show your documents, you know that somebody will pay all expenses in this blessed and nonsense nation, I know I’m always wrong, but I dont give a damn, displeasing is my pleasure, I love to be hated, With bullies and slyboots I played my whole life, and, to end my licence, no pardon and I touch you, youll have no pardon and I touch you! But when I am alone, with my nose down to my feet, that, always in my life, precede me of about half an hour, my anger abate, and I remember with pain that it almost forbidden to me the sweet dream of a love. I dont know how many women I did love, how many women I had, I lost them all by my fault or by fate, but when I feel the burden of always being alone I shut my door and write, and to wite is my solace. And yet I feel, I do feel that life’s love exists, I do love With no sin, but I am sad, because Roxanne is beautiful, but we are so different. Im not able to talk to her, Ill speak to her with my verses! Ill speak to her with my verses! Come on all you, vacuous people, let’s break it off! You priests, who sell us all the dreams of the other world, if there is, as you do say, a God in the infinite universe then look into your heart, you’ve betrayed Him! And you material people, you who never give up saying that God is dead and Man is alone in this abyss, you look for your truth on the ground like swines, you may keep your acornes, but please leave me my Wings. Go back home, you dwarfs, get out of my way, for my immense rage I need giants, I have never been caught in any revealed truth. and, to end my licence, no pardon and I touch you, youll have no pardon and I touch you! I do touch my enemies With my nose and with my sword, but in this my life I cannot find my way; I dont want give up and resign to my wickedness, you only can save me, you only and I do write it. I do feel it must be a place in sky or on earth Where we anymore will not suffer and all it will be right. Don’t laugh, I beg you, don’t laugh at my Words, I am only a shadow, and you are the sun, Roxanne! But you, I know, are not laughing, my very sweet lady, and I dont hide myself under your balcony, because I do feel it right now, my pains were not been in vain if you love me as I am. Your for ever, Cyrano!
Posted on: Sat, 22 Mar 2014 10:17:18 +0000
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